what is so wrong with wanting that fairytale?
wanting a man who loves you to take you away and make you feel like you are the only person in the world he will ever love again.
I want the magic and tingles in my life. I want to go travelling and see the world, I want to move out into my own little world – a world of fantasy and love.
Is it ever possible that I’ll live in the ‘real’ world?
I miss the childhood imagination that flitters between the eyes of every one of us. I miss owning a wand and believing it would work and turning simple objects like washing baskets into boats and pretending the floor was a deadly desert. I never want to let this imagination go. Imagination is a terrible thing to waste.